A Memoir That Never Goes Away, Never Fades

"This is a memory that never goes away, never fades. I'm 57 years old," he says. "I can still see that van pulling away, sort of mirage that had crossed over into my waking reality." He was in Topeka Kansas on his way back from working in Yellowstone National Park for the summer. The air smelled somehow fragile and tainted. Like even looking at it might give it the power to suck us back up with its vacuum of ill intent.